Quotes for Events - Birth

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Quotes for birth. Babies, toddlers, children--you love 'em, or you can't stand 'em. But where would the world be without 'em? Whether you consider them rug rats or cherubs, if you're looking to congratulate a new addition to the world, here are some hilarious as well as dear ways to do it.

Children's talent to endure stems from their ignorance of alternatives.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour).
All God's children are not beautiful. Most of God's children are, in fact, barely presentable.
There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of themselves in various styles... but there is one order of beauty which seems made to turn the heads not only of men, but of all intelligent mammals, even of women. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle and to engage in conscious mischief --a beauty with which you can never be angry, but that you feel ready to crush for inability to comprehend the state of mind into which it throws you.
Diaper backward spells repaid. Think about it.
Nothing you do for children is ever wasted. They seem not to notice us, hovering, averting our eyes, and they seldom offer thanks, but what we do for them is never wasted.
Our children will not survive our habits of thinking, our failures of the spirit, our wreck of the universe into which we bring new life as blithely as we do. Mostly, our children will resemble our own misery and spite and anger, because we give them no choice about it. In the name of motherhood and fatherhood and education and good manners, we threaten and suffocate and bind and ensnare and bribe and trick children into wholesale emulation of our ways.
If men were equally at risk from this condition -- if they knew their bellies might swell as if they were suffering from end-stage cirrhosis, that they would have to go nearly a year without a stiff drink, a cigarette, or even an aspirin, that they would be subject to fainting spells and unable to fight their way onto commuter trains -- then I am sure that pregnancy would be classified as a sexually transmitted disease and abortions would be no more controversial than emergency appendectomies.
Death and taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them!
Lifestyles and sex roles are passed from parents to children as inexorably as blue eyes or small feet.
Women's Liberation is just a lot of foolishness. It's the men who are discriminated against. They can't bear children. And no one's likely to do anything about that.
Children's liberation is the next item on our civil rights shopping list.
A child is fed with milk and praise.
We in the West do not refrain from childbirth because we are concerned about the population explosion or because we feel we cannot afford children, but because we do not like children.
So long as little children are allowed to suffer, there is no true love in this world.
A soiled baby, with a neglected nose, cannot be conscientiously regarded as a thing of beauty.
Babies are necessary to grown-ups. A new baby is like the beginning of all things --wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities. In a world that is cutting down its trees to build highways, losing its earth to concrete... babies are almost the only remaining link with nature, with the natural world of living things from which we spring.
Plastic surgery must be like childbirth without the child … After a while, if you’re satisfied with the results, you forget the pain and want to do it again.
Of all the animals, the boy is the most unmanageable.
Although she still had three months to go, Mindy already felt the hefty, protective tug of maternal obligation. Indeed, the bond was so strong she was considering not having the umbilical cord cut right away, but leaving it intact so she could keep track of her child’s whereabouts until he or she was at least twenty-one.
At last, there came the joyful whisper, “a fine boy,” perhaps the only moment of a fine boy’s existence in which his presence is more agreeable than his absence.
I’m not sure if my husband is going to be there when I actually have the baby. He said the only way he’s going to be in the room when there’s a delivery is if there’s a pizza involved.
We begin life with loss. We are cast from the womb without an apartment, a charge plate, a job or a car.
I want to have children, but my friends scare me. One of my friends told me she was in labor for 36 hours. I don’t even want to do anything that feels GOOD for 36 hours.
… I think children are a little like plants. If they grow too close together they become thin and sickly and never obtain maximum growth. We need room to grow.
I can’t get over my disappointment in not being a boy.
I’ll tell you about babies. Whenever I see one, I want to give it a cigar and discuss the Common Market.
Father asked us what was God’s noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad; babies never are.
A child’s spirit is like a child, you cannot catch it by running after it; you must stand still, and, for love, it will soon itself come back.
Well, you have children so you know: little children little troubles, big children big troubles—it’s a saying in Yiddish. Maybe the Chinese said it too.
A baby is an inestimable blessing and bother.
Child, with many a childish wile, / Timid look, and blushing smile, / Downy wings to steal thy way, / Gilded bow, and quiver gay, / Who in thy simple mien would trace / The tyrant of the human race?
My husband and I are either going to buy a dog or have a child. We can’t decide to ruin our carpet or ruin our lives.
Children are the only form of immortality that we can be sure of.
It is destroying, dissolving him utterly, this helpless warmth against him, this feel of a child.
… that wild, unknown being, the child, who is both bottomless pit and impregnable fortress ….
Every child is in a way a genius; and every genius is in a way a child.
A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.
A child’s a plaything for an hour.
Between the dark and the daylight, / When the night is beginning to lower, / Comes a pause in the day’s occupation, / That is known as the Children’s Hour.
A toddling little girl is a centre of common feeling which makes the most dissimilar people understand each other.
There was a little girl, / Who had a little curl, / Right in the middle of her forehead. / When she was good, / She was very, very good, / But when she was bad she was horrid.
My mom says I’m a super-special wonderful terrific little guy. / My mom just had another baby. / Why?
When a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies.
“The joy, the reason to believe,” my mother said, “the hope for the world, the baby, holy with possibility, that is all of us at birth.”
The crimson rose / plucked yesterday, / the fire and cinnamon / of the carnation, // the bread I baked / with anise seed and honey, / and the goldfish / flaming in its bowl. // All these are yours, baby born of woman, / if you’ll only go to sleep.
As he saw it, childbirth was long hours for short wages.
May all your genes be recessive!
Babies are such a nice way to start people.
We are not to talk about having babies, because that is not part of the experience of men and so nothing to do with reality, with civilization, and no concern of art.--A rending scream in another room.
Your birth is not an accident; G-d chooses each of us to fulfill a specific mission in this world, just as a composer arranges each musical note. Take away even one note, and the entire composition is affected. Each person matters; each person is irreplaceable.
And I was fascinated to discover that far from being "ten times worse than the worst pain you ever had" (as our childless woman doctor had told us in college) or "worse than the worst cramps you ever had, but at least you get something out of it" (as my mother had said), the pains of childbirth were altogether different from the enveloping effects of other kinds of pain. These were pains one could follow with one's mind; they were like a fine electric needle outlining one's pelvis.
Birth, and copulation, and death. I've been born, and once is enough. You dont remember, but I remember, Once is enough.
I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling, and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. "All right," I said, "I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool--that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."
Out of the dark sweet sleep Where no dreams laugh or weep Borne through bright gates of birth Into the dim sweet light Where day still dreams of night While heaven takes form on earth White rose of spirit and flesh, and lily of love, What note of song have we Fit for the birds and thee, Fair nestling couched beneath the mother-dove?
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth Must be consumed with the Earth To rise from Generation free.
But when I saw it on its mother's arm, And hanging at her bosom (she the while Bent o'er its features with a tearful smile) Then I was thrill'd and melted, and most warm Impressed a father's kiss.
Madam, there’s no such thing as a tough child—if you parboil them first for seven hours, they always come out tender.
But what’s more important. Building a bridge or taking care of a baby?
Suddenly it seemed my little shut-in had been cooped up long enough. Suddenly it wanted liberty. It was coming like a locomotive headlight. It was coming quick as scat. God Almighty! Now this baby was helping. Now this baby wanted to be born.
Obviously there is pain in childbirth. But giving birth is also a moment of awe and wonder, a moment when the true miracle of aliveness, and of a woman’s amazing part in that miracle, is suddenly experienced in every cell of one’s body. It is in that sense truly an altered state of consciousness.
At the core of every child is an intact human.
Posterity is the world to come; the world for whom we hold our ideals, from whom we have borrowed our planet, and to whom we bear sacred responsibility.
The child endures all things.
Thou straggler into loving arms, / Young climber up of knees, / When I forget thy thousand ways, / Then life and all shall cease.
Children are not our creations but our guests.
For little boys are rancorous / When robbed of any myth, / And spiteful and cantankerous / To all their kin and kith.
Only children know what they are looking for.
Children are all foreigners.
… what is the use of being a little boy if you are going to grow up to be a man.
Women perceive the child's first movement with varied feelings, this kick delivered at the portals of the world, against the uterine wall that shuts him off from the world. One woman is lost in wonder at this signal announcing the presence of an independent being; another may feel repugnance at containing a stranger.